A Tech-priest glared with wide, furious eyes, his face twisted in rage as he let out a deafening roar. "Die, you damned heretic!"
Roaring, he raised the coldly gleaming Power Axe high and lunged at Mo Tuo like a crazed beast.
Even the steel mask on the Tech-priest's face shifted with his fury, displaying expressions as rich and vivid as a normal person's skin.
Yet Mo Tuo remained exceptionally calm as he ran. Expressionless, he watched the rapidly approaching Tech-priest and raised the Plasma Pistol in his left hand.
Just as the Tech-priest was about to reach him, Mo Tuo pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Pssh!" With a sharp sound, a brilliant blue plasma beam shot from the Plasma Pistol, tearing through the air at astonishing speed and striking the Tech-priest squarely in the head.
In an instant, the Tech-priest's skull was pierced through. His body, still charging forward, suddenly lost all support and crashed heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, kicking up a cloud of dust.
As the corpse fell, the vital aura emanating from it swiftly vanished without a trace.
Yet behind that Tech-priest, vast numbers of Combat Servitors and Skitarii were surging forward.
They wielded all kinds of weapons—Lasguns, Chainswords, flamethrowers, and more—a dazzling assortment.
As they ran at full speed, they fired wildly at Mo Tuo and the others, trying to halt their charge with dense firepower.
For a time, gunfire and cannon blasts echoed throughout the hall. Countless attacks intertwined, forming an impenetrable net of death.
But Mo Tuo and the Space Marines were no ordinary fighters. They moved nimbly through the hail of bullets, sometimes leaping aside, sometimes crouching into slides with the aid of their jetpacks. Bullets and energy beams screamed past them, unable to inflict any effective